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Boun. Live here, And be my lord's friend; and thy sports shall vary A thousand ways; Invention shall beget Conceits, as curious as the thoughts of Change Can aim at.

Hum. Trifles! Progress o'er the year Again, my Raybright; therein, like the Sun, As he in Heaven runs his circular course, So thou on earth run thine; for to be fed With stale delights, breeds dulness and contempt: Think on the Spring.

Ray. She was a lovely virgin.

Win. My royal lord ! Without offence, be pleased but to afford me To give you my true figure; do not scorn My age, nor think, 'cause I appear forlorn, I serve for no use: 't is my sharper breath Does purge gross exhalations from the earth; My frosts and snows do purify the air From choking fogs, make the sky clear and fair: And though by nature cold and chill I be, Yet I am warm in bounteous charity; And can, my lord, by grave and sage advice, Bring you to the happy shades of paradise. Ray. That wonder! Oh, can you bring me

thither? Win. I can direct and point you out a path.,

Hum. But where's the guide ? Quicken thy spirits, Raybright; I'll not leave thee: We'll run the self-same race again, that happiness; These lazy, sleeping, tedious Winter's nights Become not noble action.

Blood, a dancer, in a watchet-coloured (i. e. a pale blue) suit.

PHLEGM, a physician, an old man; his doublet white and black; trunk hose.

MelANCHOLY, a musician ; his complexion, hair, and clothes black;' alute in his hand. He is likewise an amorist.

For further information on this subject the reader is referred to Archdeacon Nares's valuable glossary, under the words Elements and Humours.

Ray. To the Spring
I am resolv'd

The Sun

Oh, what strange light appears!
The Sun is up, sure.

Sun. Wanton Darling, look,
And worship with amazement.

Omnes. Gracious lord !
Sun. Thy sands are number'd, and thy glass of

Here runs out to the last.--Here, in this mirror,
Let man behold the circuit of his fortunes;
The season of the Spring dawns like the morning,
Bedewing childhood with unrelish'd beauties
Of gaudy sights; the Summer, as the noon,
Shines in delight of Youth, and ripens strength
To Autumn's manhood; here the evening grows,
And knits up all felicity in folly:
Winter at last draws on, the night of age;
Yet still a humour of some novel fancy
Untasted or untried puts off the minute
Of resolution, which should bid farewell
To a vain world of weariness and sorrows.
The powers, from whom man does derive the pedi-

Of his creation, with a royal bounty,
Give him Health, Youth, Delight, for free attend-

To rectify his carriage: to be thankful
Again to them, man should cashier his riots,
His bosom's wanton sweetheart, idle Humour
His reason's dangerous seducer, Folly.
Then shall,
Like four straight pillars, the four Elements
Support the goodly structure of mortality;
Then shall the four Complexions, like four heads
Of a clear river, streaming in his body,
Nourish and comfort every vein and sinew;

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No sickness of contagion, no grim death
Or deprivation of Health's real blessings,
Shall then affright the creature built by Heaven,
Reserv'd to immortality. Henceforth
In peace go to our altars, and no more
Question the power of supernal greatness,
But give us leave to govern as we please
Nature and her dominion, who from us
And from our gracious influence, hath both being
And preservation; no replies, but reverence.
Man hath a double guard, if time can win him;
Heaven's power above him, his own peace within





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